Glorious
Glorious
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
Glorious
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
Break the locks off with the hot sauce
Jalapeno Finnoh
Had to kill my ego just to breathe more
Starting back from zero
History re-wrote
Got to help that green grow
Pinot Grigio
Different colors on the easel onward we go
Dodging evil with my people by the sea shore
And this ain't a cheap flow
Magnifico
I just hit that deep stroke
Like free throw
Glorious
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
Glorious
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
No door locks for a warlock
Life a mirror like the Rorschach
Take your shot and ignore clocks
Make my pace grow for the pesos
And I paint flows so graceful
Bout to eat but I say grace though
So grateful
No it ain't a race though
I get to it can't wait yo
Just break molds
Rebalance the ratio of the real to the fake
On the beat I just skate
That's my escape whatever it takes
Get to the cake
All limits get ate
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
Glorious
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
Break the locks off with the hot sauce
Jalapeno Finnoh
Had to kill my ego just to breathe more
Starting back from zero
History re-wrote
Got to help that green grow
Pinot Grigio
Different colors on the easel onward we go
Dodging evil with my people by the sea shore
And this ain't a cheap flow
Magnifico
I just hit that deep stroke
Like free throw
Glorious
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
Glorious
Turning nothing into something
More than luck
Paper getting folded up
Never folded once
No door locks for a warlock
Life a mirror like the Rorschach
Take your shot and ignore clocks
Make my pace grow for the pesos
And I paint flows so graceful
Bout to eat but I say grace though
So grateful
No it ain't a race though
I get to it can't wait yo
Just break molds
Rebalance the ratio of the real to the fake
On the beat I just skate
That's my escape whatever it takes
Get to the cake
All limits get ate
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Writer(s): Finnoh Paul Bangura, Austin Overton
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